The Call...
"I'm on my back in the backyard and my wheelchair is flipped on its side! Help!"
Well now, that's a fine pickle. Certainly something that has never happened before.
"Are you hurt?"
"No, just stuck. What do you want me to do?"
"I suppose the miracle assistance dog can't flip your chair back upright and drag you back into it?"
No, I didn't think so.
We hung up and tried calling a friend but she wasn't home, so we called the next best thing.
911.
Again.
Yes, this is now the third time 911 has been called for Monica.
However, it turned out that our next door neighbour just happened to look out her window and see the power wheelchair lying on its side. She then looked around and saw Monica lying on her back! So, she flew out the door and ran over.
How she did it I do not know, but she managed to upright the wheelchair, get Moncia back in, answer Monica's phone (the paramedics calling on route to see how she was). Our neighbour answered their questions, assured them all was well with Monica, and that they actually did not need to come.
She got Monica inside, cleaned her scrapes up, put aloe on her many welts (likely ant bites), and that was that.
We carried on to the concert, now very late, only to get caught in construction and ended up later. But not so late that she couldn't rush in, get her clarinet put together, and go on stage to play with her group.
Songs played were Themes from "Judas Maccabeus" by Handel, and Poco Loco by Bruce Pearson |
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